Cheesy poem about leaves,
gan broon or summin.
Then'll be Winter.
Traipsing roond shops in the snow,
dreaming o' slippers.
Spring comes aifter that.
A' thae frolicking wee lambs;
nice wi mint and fat.
And then tae Summer,
where crowds rush tae the beaches.
Sunburn is murder.
1 comment:
love this Rick!
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